suitcases sat
feeling the absence of furniture
the only thing you unpacked
was displeasure
while spinning tales of our future memories
promising
i was
The One
i plucked your promises
from the air
and swallowed them whole
like chocolate coated razor blades
my void was most valuable
so i hollowed myself out
to make room
for the butterflies
that multiplied
with every smile and accidental touch
you were never going to stay
i couldn't live up to your version of me
the seasons are turning
your suitcases are gone
the butterflies flutter softer each day
